By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4)(105)

“Go,” Greta whispered. I kissed her gently despite everyone around us. Nevio wasn’t present anyway. He tried to avoid me, which proved difficult. I wasn’t sure how things between him and Greta were at the moment but I had a feeling the tension between them wasn’t helping Greta heal.

“I’ll be back soon.”

I followed Remo, Adamo and Fabiano outside. Nevio was already in the car.

Tumultuous times lay ahead of us. Peace wouldn’t happen easily in the minds of our soldiers. But many would be willing to accept it because it meant more safety for their families and more money in their pockets.

Adamo sat down beside me. “I didn’t think I’d get the chance to return to New York so quickly and I wish it weren’t for such an occasion. I really hope this will lead to peace.”

“There will be peace because Greta and I are going to marry.”

Adamo shook his head with a chuckle. “I can’t believe we might become family. Have you asked Remo yet?”

I glanced at the Falcone Capo. He was looking out of the window but turned to us as if he could feel us talking about him. Our interactions had been civil. We wouldn’t miraculously become family, but we’d manage to get along. “No. I won’t ask for approval. Greta will be my wife.”

“Sure. I get it. I’ve butted heads with Remo in the past. We don’t agree on many things. But Remo will be your father-in-law. Greta loves him, and he loves her. Once the bloody part of this peace deal is over, you’ll have to figure out a way to make peace with him. Asking for her hand might be a start.”

“If he says no and I marry her anyway, that won’t make for a good start, trust me.”

“He won’t say no.”

I gave Adamo a doubtful look. He and I had bonded many years ago during his stay in New York over motocross. He was an avid racer. But once he’d returned to Las Vegas our contact had ceased. He was ten years older so this had been one of the reasons. So far he was the only Falcone man I didn’t mind calling family one day.

“Are we talking about the same man?”

“He won’t say no because Greta made her choice and he won’t risk losing her like Serafina’s parents lost her.”

Maybe Adamo was right. I’d cross that unpleasant bridge later. Now another difficult task lay ahead of me.




Dad waited at the airport for us. The private jet had a separate hangar so bystanders weren’t around, which was a good thing considering Dad had ten soldiers as entourage. That Matteo wasn’t with him wasn’t a good sign. He was still out for blood because of what had happened to Isabella and Gianna.

Remo motioned at the gathered men. “This doesn’t look like the beginning of peace to me.”

“Things are still tense,” I said and with a nod toward Nevio, who had his hand on his gun. “And if you don’t keep yourself in check, they’ll get even tenser.”

I headed for Dad. To my surprise Maximus was there. I gave my friend a brief nod before I stopped in front of Dad. “Why all this?”

“Better safe than sorry. There’s been too much bad blood. I want to talk to Remo before I lower any security measures.”

“Luca,” Adamo said with a tight smile. He extended his hand and Dad took it. After that Fabiano briefly shook hands with him, which surprised me. They’d never been fond of each other. This was a sign. I would thank Fabiano later.

Remo and Nevio didn’t bother with pleasantries, and I hadn’t expected them to.

“We meet again. I hope this time your invitation isn’t an ambush,” Remo said.

“Your son left my territory unscathed after he killed Cressida. If I wanted you dead, he would have died that day.”

Nevio scoffed, giving Dad a challenging smile. “You wouldn’t have caught me. You should be grateful I only killed her and not the rest.”

Dad’s jaw clenched. “The reason why you killed her is because Amo and I gave our permission, don’t forget that.”

Nevio got in Dad’s face, a flicker of madness in those dark eyes. “I would have killed her anyway. And I would kill her again and again if I could. I’d kill every fucker who’s even remotely related to the bitch too if it weren’t for Greta’s feelings for him. Maybe I’ll do it one day. If you want to try killing me for it, good luck. I act out of lunatic rage.”

Dad smiled as if Nevio was a bothersome fly not worth his troubles. “Trust me, I know.”

I wished I had that ability to stay calm in the face of his madness, but Nevio still managed to rile me up.

That guy had the destruction force of an atomic bomb. Remo was a fucking madman. Nevio made his father look like a fucking choir boy.

But for Greta I’d stifle my dislike. For her we would all swallow many difficult pills. Becoming a real family would be a long, bumpy road, and I wasn’t sure if all of us would make it to the end.




After we’d dropped off the Falcones at a guest house, Dad and I drove to my parents’ house to prepare for the upcoming meeting tomorrow.

“I’ve gone through plenty of hard times over the years, but this tops it all.”

I turned my gaze away from the road. Dad seemed to have aged several years in the last few weeks. His hands around the steering wheel were white from the pressure he put on it.